I am sobbing, and not in the quiet adult way. Your poignant letter is such a gift to your son, your family, those who read it. You know your son so well. And, you love your son so deeply. Letting go of our children is excruciatingly painful, but clearly your son is ready. And, that Mama is because you fed him, meals yes, but with love and support and understanding and family as well. Bravo.
When he was little, and Alex and I were driving somewhere:
Alex: "Nanna, STOP! Pull over. Let me out so I can look close at that".
Nanna: "Oh, you want to look at another bulldozer".
Alex: "Nanna, could it be you don't know the difference between a bulldozer, a backhoe and a front-end loader?!"
Nanna: "It could be, Alex; it well could be". Alex would scramble out, run up to the fence and sometimes some construction workers would talk "tools" and "machines" to him. They thought he was a such a smart kid. As do I.
So beautiful and personal. You and your son are lucky to “see” each other.
I am sobbing, and not in the quiet adult way. Your poignant letter is such a gift to your son, your family, those who read it. You know your son so well. And, you love your son so deeply. Letting go of our children is excruciatingly painful, but clearly your son is ready. And, that Mama is because you fed him, meals yes, but with love and support and understanding and family as well. Bravo.
Such a beautiful, heart-warming piece. I love every word and photo here!
When he was little, and Alex and I were driving somewhere:
Alex: "Nanna, STOP! Pull over. Let me out so I can look close at that".
Nanna: "Oh, you want to look at another bulldozer".
Alex: "Nanna, could it be you don't know the difference between a bulldozer, a backhoe and a front-end loader?!"
Nanna: "It could be, Alex; it well could be". Alex would scramble out, run up to the fence and sometimes some construction workers would talk "tools" and "machines" to him. They thought he was a such a smart kid. As do I.
"They hurt the people on purpose." That part got to me! Sam and Tristan, both sensitive souls, struggled with this too as kids!
What a beautiful tribute to your son!